Crim the Perpetual has had a lot of free time these past few years. What with his friend eVo on a quest to restore the soul of the dog, and Ducky still lost in time. This leaves Crim the Deceiver with many a fond hour to trapeze within the never ending corridors of Tzeentch's Library with little to no disturbance, save for the single Horror, or whatever the fuck these goddamn things are. Jesus shit--that one has five arms and two mouths! Holy ass!

This would not stop Crim the Conqueror from wandering too far, too fast. Perhaps the moronic indulgences of the pup are what caused him to lose his only way. And in this way, he found a beautiful palace. The alabaster archways had gold linings, and purple tapestries hanged about the place, bearing the unholy symbol of both male and female fused together to create some terrible, terrible thing. It was in this beautiful landscape that Crim the Oathbreaker did find a gallery of paintings. Why, even one of himself! It looked to be the cover of his #1 worst (and only) seller book.

Crim the Everchosen gazed piece after piece. Enamored and amazed, he sauntered, strayed and lost himself. All the indulgences he had felt in his life were overwhelming him. Lost in this nirvana, he fell and rolled about the floor. Only when his sanity returned to him( which was never, so the following is not canon) did he gaze upon the most beautiful piece of steaming SHIT.

Only Crim the Archfiend could find a painting so goddamn awful, amazing. What is this even doing here, get this shit out of here. It's a goddamn butt. It's a fucking butt! GodDAMNIT, I'm so fucking mad right now. Holy shit, how did Crim the Perceptor fall to the whims of Slaanesh by looking at the worst possible recreation of humanity anatomy this side of the Warp?

Tzeentch works in mysterious ways. Perhaps he seeks to undo the Dark Prince by "bestowing" upon her the turbulence of terror that is Crim the Dog.